Every self-respecting squirrel has a group of friends that forms his entourage, or as I prefer to call them, my crew. It’s time you all met mine so, after a gruelling photo shoot yesterday, here we are in all our glory. Good looking bunch of squirrels (and chipmunk), eh?
From l-r, da Crew is as follows: Handsome little old me, Squizzey; then little Detty, our explosions expert, in his Welsh scarf; behind him is Heike, my German mail-order intended bride (although I am strongly resisting the loveless match and remain very happily single). She’s not really part of my crew. I think she’s just trying to muscle in on that coconut. Next to her and valiantly trying to wrest the coconut from her evil grip is Patch, my American buddy. He’s fab & a whizz at opening coconuts. His neighbour is Fluffy, the weather squirrel. If you ever wonder why it’s squirrel grey outside, then that’s all down to Fluff. Next up is little Leo, the baby of the pack and, I have to admit, he can be a bit of a pawful at times. Last up is another American and an honorary member of the squirrel entourage, given that he’s really our distant cousin, its Chip. Nice guy. Pretty quiet for an American but great at foraging so always handy to have around.
We had a brill wrap party after the shoot as we got to keep the rather lovely large assortment of nuts in the picture: almonds (my fave, yum!), hazelnuts (pretty tasty) and walnuts (bleurgh – Heike got those).